There I was, driving to work in the truck...with the repetitive swish of the windshield wipers going back and forth. The hypnotic sound of the rain creating a gentle hum in the background. As I crossed an intersection in a herd of sheet metal covered elephants I spot out of the corner of my eye, the lone Bavarian gazelle is crouched off to my right.

As I pass, I couldn't help but notice the muted glint of raw aluminum peeking out from behind the raingear suited rider. Low, it that the fabled Kirk trunk box I see? Can it be?

But alas, the herd passed by and I was left wanting. Craning my neck...slowing somewhat...I couldn't see the gazelle.

Then as I waited in a slow moving line of animals...the gazelle passed me on the right.

The top box looked more majestic in person than the online pictures can convey. Bravo Kirk, Bravo!

There I was, driving to work in the truck...with the repetitive swish of the windshield wipers going back and forth. The hypnotic sound of the rain creating a gentle hum in the background. As I crossed an intersection in a herd of sheet metal covered elephants I spot out of the corner of my eye, the lone Bavarian gazelle is crouched off to my right.

As I pass, I couldn't help but notice the muted glint of raw aluminum peeking out from behind the raingear suited rider. Low, it that the fabled Kirk trunk box I see? Can it be?

But alas, the herd passed by and I was left wanting. Craning my neck...slowing somewhat...I couldn't see the gazelle.

Then as I waited in a slow moving line of animals...the gazelle passed me on the right.

The top box looked more majestic in person than the online pictures can convey. Bravo Kirk, Bravo!

There I was, driving to work in the truck...with the repetitive swish of the windshield wipers going back and forth. The hypnotic sound of the rain creating a gentle hum in the background. As I crossed an intersection in a herd of sheet metal covered elephants I spot out of the corner of my eye, the lone Bavarian gazelle is crouched off to my right.

As I pass, I couldn't help but notice the muted glint of raw aluminum peeking out from behind the raingear suited rider. Low, it that the fabled Kirk trunk box I see? Can it be?

But alas, the herd passed by and I was left wanting. Craning my neck...slowing somewhat...I couldn't see the gazelle.

Then as I waited in a slow moving line of animals...the gazelle passed me on the right.

The top box looked more majestic in person than the online pictures can convey. Bravo Kirk, Bravo!